Im bored a shidd. I'm wating for my momz to take me to the metro, so i thought that was a gud enough excuse to rant. So I went to buy some father's day cards on monday;; there was this guy working the register.
Guy: What school do you go to?
Me: Flowers.
Guy: Oh, true me too.
Me: Hmm. I never see you there.
Guy: Its because I'm never there.
Me: Oh, ok, well thanks for ringing me up. Bye now.
Guy: Wait let me help you out to your car.
Me: Its 3 cards in a bag, I think I can handle this one, but thanks.
Guy: Well can I call you?
Me: Sure. Here's my number. (301) 576-1104. Call me.
Guy: I sure will.
He goes back into the store to resume his job. I say to myself, "You think the idiot would know the rejection hotline number by now."
Then I was in target on thursday. There was this random gay man in there. He saw Keri Hilson on a Magazine and he began a rant of his own. His rant: "I hate keri hilson!!! she can't sing. she makes money off of this crappy single called knock you down, now a lot of things knock me down, tall people, sometimes i trip over my shoelaces and fall down, but never in my 25 years of natural gay life have I ever seen the emotion love literally trip someone up. I swear divas these days, one word, unneccessary."
RSS Feed